#HOWEVER i think adding the bigger edit can help

[ambersky0319]

Did I perhaps stay up way later than intended, technically working on a project I said I'd be working on tomorrow? While not doing the assignment for a different class that was due 2 hours ago?

Yeah

Am I hoping to further work on it?

Also yes

[onlycosmere]

Brandon Sanderson on the length of Wind and Truth

PumkinFunk:  I appreciate Brandon being self-aware about the fact that he will struggle immensely to keep the word counts down for this series.

KiwiKajitsu: If only he had a better editor

PumkinFunk:  I know this has become a common criticism since Rhythm of War after Moshe Feder retired, but I don't think it's true. One of his editors for his books is Devi Pillai, the head of Tor Publishing Group. The Secret Projects were edited in-house and generally were good. He has a lot of people giving him feedback, both in-house and outside.

jmcgit:  If Brandon wanted to work on revisions for an extra 6 months to refine and streamline the book, he could do it. This is a Brandon thing, not an editor thing. What was Brandon working on up until the last minute before he had to turn the book in? He was working on making the book bigger, squeezing in more content that he wanted to add. Brandon will tell anyone who asks that he likes to write, and dislikes revising.

When an author gets big enough, the publishers and editors lose their ability to rein in the author or make certain demands. Brandon will do what he wants, and if Tor doesn't like it, they can cancel his contract and Brandon can self-publish.

Brandon Sanderson: I realize it's difficult to see behind the veil of publishing, and much is opaque, but this isn't what I was doing during the last few months--I was cutting the book significantly. However, rough draft didn't include Interludes or Epigraphs, which is why it got longer after I cut it down. This draft lost over 60k words, but then I added in the interludes and epigraphs (along with a few key scenes I decided were needed.)

So, let's be clear about a few things. No editor has ever--in my life--cut my books down. It's not what they do. They largely haven't suggested it. Every editor, Moshe included, has always suggested things to change or add--they don't do much trimming. That's all my job, and always has been. Yes, there is a line edit, which does help trim--but I haven't stopped taking those suggestions, and usually go much, much further on a page-by-page case than they suggest.

I dislike revision, which is important for me to explain because I want people to understand that even for someone who loves their job, there are parts I don't like. But I DO it. I do A LOT of it. It's the part I have to force myself to do, but I am very good at it--and if you follow my stories about learning revision, you'll find that I very clearly explain that I didn't get published until I mastered the thing that was hardest for me. I consider my it, perhaps, my greatest strength as a writer--my ability to look at feed back and apply it to improve books.

If they get long, it's not because I've lost an editor. Moshe's strong suit was always diction, not trimming--and Gillian (who does that job now) is quite accomplished at both. She's Joe Abercrombie's editor.

I realize it's odd, because "to edit" means to trim, but an editor doesn't usually trim books--they offer suggestions for changes on the larger scope, and sometimes do a line edit pass to clarify.

Stormlight books are not big because I can't stop writing. You can pick any number of my shorter novels and see I'm quite capable of doing something at a normal book length. Stormlight books are big because that's the art I want to make--and they are not, and never have been, out of control. I am perfectly willing to accept that the story I want to tell has not appealed to some in the last installments! But don't blame my editors. This is an artistic choice of mine, and their job has never been to change the art. I get the same amount of editing now as I ever have--and I take largely the same amount of their feedback.

Note: don't take this as a direct condemnation of you or some of the things /u/KiwiKajitsu said above. It's more that I want to be very clear about my goals, and the process. My stance is one of explaining, not arguing against your opinions, as those are valid and perfectly reasonable ones to hold.

I realize that a long comment reply isn't the best way to prove I can be brief, but I sincerely think the trope of "He got big so he lost the ability to be edited" is not one that I fall into--I am, if anything, the most edited person at the industry, and see more criticism and feedback of my books prepublication than any other author. Editors and beta readers collectively wrote some 800k words of feedback for me over the last two years, which I incorporate. Not just the, "Add this" but also the "this sequence feels slow or unengaging." I am extremely passionate about listening to, and incorporating, editorial feedback.

It's fine to not like what I do. But don't blindly make the argument that I write it, kick it out the door, and don't pay attention to the revision process while ignoring editors.

jmcgit: Hey Brandon, I appreciate the insight! I regret that my post may have come off as if you carelessly "write and kick it out the door", as I know how hard you and your team have been working on the book over the past months and years, and how passionate you are about getting it right.

Brandon Sanderson: No problem and no offense taken! I just see a lot of confusion about these things.

I am edited far, far more now than when I was when I started and nobody cared. Though, admittedly, I think the most editorial scrutiny I ever got was on A Memory of Light a decade ago. I probably get less now, but I also have way more extensive beta reads.

It's just a complex process. And, you also ARE right in your initial post that I could go over it again and again, and some authors do. I'm middle of the road on the number of revisions I do, by my experience. Not as many as someone like Pat R. does. More than a lot of authors. I do not subscribe to the Heinline philosophy of only editing when required by contract that is very popular these days. (This philosophy believes that your initial artistic instinct will be right, and you shouldn't undermine it later on. I am not a fan, even if some people I respect follow this philosophy.)

Anyway, your initial post wasn't far off; I just wanted to offer some more context for this thread.

[mountkennedie]

Plants

Loki x reader

Summary: you visit Loki in his personal library

warnings: Loki season 2 reference (sorry BUT I HAD TO), fluff

A.N. gender fluid Loki means everything to me

The young prince of Asgard had many places he frequented. His room, of course, everyone loves their room. A certain shadowed place in the kingdom gardens that he thinks only he knows about. And lastly, in the place he was in now, the library. For his birthday, it had been gifted to him. There already was a library in the palace. This was really just a smaller version of it. However, this one supplied only his favorite genres, and when that idea was proposed, I don't think the person was aware of Loki's reading history. He has many favorite genres, and space in the smaller library was filled quickly.

You had nothing better to do to spend your time. And usually that meant you would find your best friend of many years. Contrary to popular belief, you knew to check the library first. It makes sense to go to his room, but you know better. He didn't actually have many books in his room. It was a guideline set by his mother so that he would sleep at night instead of read the hours away. All the books inside had been read cover to cover so many times he could probably recite them at any given moment.

Approaching the doors, there were two guards standing watch. "Is Loki in today?" You knew their names, and honestly, more than you probably should for the royal guards. Their jobs were protection, not chatter. But who could resist a little break from that strict code? Especially when you would ask the most random yet interesting questions you could think of.

"If you had the choice of only being able to see one color for the rest of your days, which one would you choose?"

"My lady, I have been advised to limit conversation that does not concern the safety of the kingdom. But also a nice blue would not be bad."

"Yes, my lady, he is. Would you prefer an introduction?" He asked.

"That won't be necessary." They both nodded their heads and opened the doors for me to enter. The room was beautifully lit. The lanterns were a lovely touch, with the edition of the small candles added a very cozy feeling. Luckily, the windows in the corners of the room had been cracked. Neither of you could stand the smell of standing smoke. There were two couches in the center of the room. They were large and rather dramatic, the edition of the green velvet cushions added to the atmosphere.

Upon one to those couches was the one you had been looking for. Stretched out on the right couch, new book in hand. The title was something you couldn't make out. Their fingers covered it perfectly. "You know you can ask instead of trying to sneakily figure it out," they quipped. They finally looked up and smirked at you.

You helped yourself to sit down on the adjacent couch. "No, I am good with sneaking glances," you replied in a similar tone.

He huffed and placed his book down on the table. "Is there nothing interesting going on in the palace? That is why you violate my one place of solace?" He kept his tone light, so you knew his cruel words were nothing but words.

"Oh, I just knew you missed my presence so much. I had to cease your worries and needs." The pair of you could go on for hours if you both wanted. But instead of that, you needed him to answer something. "Loki, if you were a plant, what plant would you be?"

"That's what has been plaguing you today?" She sat up, and you mirrored her. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, "If I was a plant..."

"I have an idea of what I think you'd be, but I still am curious as to what you think." You rested your head on your hands facing him. Your smile of amusement gleamed on your face. You loved watching her in deep thought.

"Well, help me out. What would you be?" Their smile matched yours. It grew bigger when your brows knitted in concentration.

"I think I would be a fern. A nice pretty fern with a big wide leaf span. I would make all the other ferns jealous," You finished your sentiment with a theatrical voice. You had been thinking of this for a little bit. And by a little bit, it was really what you were thinking about on the way here.

"I could easily see you passing as a fern. As for me... I can see myself as some form of tree. Maybe a weeping willow or a variation of it." When he finished his thought, he looked back down at you.

"I was thinking more of a strong oak tree, growing tall and providing shade for anyone lucky enough to walk near you." He looked at you after you said that. Not with the typical look of a friend, but of something more weighted. You could really only hope that was what you were seeing. The growing feelings of adoration towards the god had only gotten more intense over time. You've heard of many seeing the world through rose colored glasses. You could wish that your vision was clear.

"Thank you," They looked like they wanted to say more. And you implored they would. But instead, you both continued the intense eye contact you both had been holding. The air was too thick for your lungs to carry. You wanted them to make the first move because you were frozen. "Y/n?"

Your name was spoken in the way a lover would address another. You said a silent prayer that your eyes were not scarlet sensitive in this moment. "Loki?" Your voice was barely stronger than a whisper. He stood and approached your couch. You stood up and moved to be in front of him.

"It is my turn to ask you something." He took a deep breath and took your hands in his. "I need to know now, have your feelings toward me ever been more than... platonic?" His eyes were full of fear. But you also could see how badly he needed to hear your response.

You managed to get one gust of air inside your long awaiting lungs. You looked into his eyes one last time as a friend, then said, "Yes."

He blinked twice as the clarity rolled over him. His hands lightly squeezed yours, "Even now?" His voice was something you had never heard before. It was frail and desperate. You nearly wanted to apologize for putting him through such torment.

You thought of your next words thoroughly. "Especially now," you squeezed his hands back in the same manner. She sighed and shut her eyes. You did the same, and you both rested your foreheads on the others. Without word, your both tilted your heads up and let your lips collide.

You were not sure who sighed into the kiss, but it was still an accurate representation of the need for action. It stayed slow, but not any less passionate as a kiss of messy fire. When you both pulled apart, your hands stayed conjoined. No one spoke. No words could describe what was flowing between you two.

Eyes closed and lips locked yet again. Again and again and again.

[0verthemo0n]

this is what you wanted... right?

This all happened in my dream. I thought of making it and also adding things that weren't in my dream. I hope you enjoy

Warning: deaths, really sad, i think, please don't get angry at me it was a dream, please!!!, there will be a part 2. EDit: Sorry, but the reader is not born yet by bad.

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Ramattra won, he defeated The Talon and their corrupted leader, ending their vile schemes, a perfect punishment for taking the life of his fallen brother, Mondatta. Next, he took down overwatch, forcing those to disband.

However, some chose to fight back, but none won the battle and perished. The first to go down was Reinhardt. He refused to disband and try to fight ramattra. Although Reinhardt had many advantages, he failed to realize ramattra was more tactical than a brute.

Brigitte quickly joined in the fight and tried to save Reinhardt. Torbjourn screamed at her name, trying to stop her from getting killed, ramattra never intended to hurt or kill her, but she got into the heat of the battle, the last thing she ever saw was ramattra fist.

Torbjourn saw his daughter's head get splattered from impact, this caused torbjourn to go rogue and tried to kill ramattra.

Ramattra felt sorry for the old man, a parent should've have never watch their children die before them, he gave torbjourn a quick death.

"I am sorry" ramattra spoke, he indeed felt somewhat guilty, looking down at torbjourn dead corpse, he carries torbjourn's corpse placing him next to his daughter, hoping in the afterlife they can hold each-other again.

The rest of the overwatch heroes disbanded, some went vigilante while others try to live a normal life. Pariah and Ana argued about not stopping ramattra, Ana kept convincing her not to go rogue, but Pariah never listened.

Tracer tries to live a normal life with her girlfriend, as her girlfriend comforts her. Knowing tracer like the back of her hand.

Other heroes like Winston kept trying to bring back overwatch together but no one listened only tracer and Mei, juno thought of joining in, but Mei quickly stops her, not wanting to put her to danger.

Everything was normal but not the same like before....

back to what happened, with other factions

Vishkar was sort of different. They secretly try to work with ramattra but ramattra was no fool, he saw how corrupted they were, believing they were worse than Talon themselves. When he told them to change their ways, some refused and not even a month or week, the cooperation shut down quickly. No one knows what happened to them.

But junkers had the worst, for none made it out Alive, all the junkers were ripped apart by omnics seeking out revenge and hatred, many were humiliated, killed, and tortured. Junkrat, roadhog tried to protect the queen but were killed in the process.

The champion himself was forced to leave but he refused and fought back only for his sphere to get destroyed and now is a hamster in the cage... atleast they feed him well ...

And lastly junker queen, was humiliated by ramattra, she was more difficult but with the help but all his allies it didn't take long for ramattra to break her and give her a gruesome death.

After many wars, forcing many governments and militaries to give up, ramattra begins a new era with a help of Maximilian on his side, of course Ramattra knew how much a greedy omnic he is but ramattra needed him to get more factions to work with him, and Maximilian was good at that.

Years went on and on, and a few heroes passed away, including hammond. Null Sector became bigger and bigger and made a few companies and companions. But Ramattra's grew more corrupted by so much power. It made him too prideful and a cruel leader.

But that change when Zenyatta showed up to Ramattra office, Ramattra was delighted and hoping his brother would show up. Ramattra, let's Zenyatta enters the building

Zenyatta looks around. The inside looks dull with purples highlights and, of course, weapons and armor, two big omnics lead Zenyatta to Ramattra office.

"Brother..." A deep, raspy voice, the office door opens for zenyatta, the two omnics leave to go back guarding the entrance of null Sector. Ramattra stands tall but relaxed.

Ramattra leads his brother in his office, zenyatta sits on one of the chairs, a little surprised how comfortable the chair is... has a nice look, too.

But ramattra looked different. He was more buffer and slightly bigger. He changed his old monk clothes, it was no longer orange but purple but greyish. It looked more fancy and authority like, with armor bracers that had purple highlights, and of course, the Null Sector symbol on the right armor shoulder plate.

At first, everything was going well, until zenyatta mentioned how his rules were... not suitable for humans, and that slightly ticked ramattra. The argument was calm, but it went on and on and more heated. Zenyatta tried to reason, but Ramattra kept trying to counter it.

"Brother, this isn't to you offend. Your rules are hurting them. They're slowly dying," Zenyatta said, his voice was calm but trying to make ramattra understand that his rules were ruthless.

"My rules are to make omnics live a better life" ramattra snarls, he's not letting zenyatta win this argument.

"But are harming the human life aswell" Zenyatta counters back, he hopes ramattra can understand but ramattra was stubborn to understand.

"Then they will have to adapt, and bare it" ramattra said with no hesitation.

"Adapt to a rule that can never truly be adapted" Zenyatta said, his voice sounding more and disappointed.

The argument kept getting gor heated, to the point ramattra lashes out, something Zenyatta was not ready, and something ramattra will regret for the rest of his life.

Zenyatta didn't had time to dodge, or block as he felt his faceplate hit by ramattra fist, this impact blasted him few feet away, Ramattra realizing what he done, he quickly ran up to his brother.

But Zenyatta got up by himself up and lifted his hand to stop Ramattra from getting near him. And slowly, Zenyatta turns to look at Ramattra...

Ramattra looked at his brother he felt guilt all over him. If his faceplate could make emotions it would be in shock.

Zenyatta faceplate was not only damaged, but the left side of Zenyatta optic was destroyed. The circuit was sparking slightly but soon stopped.

Zenyatta didn't really think ramattra could go this far but now he does.

"B... Brother i-" Ramattra was cut off by Zenyatta lifting his hand up once again, Zenyatta finally realized that the Brother he knew is no longer himself and grew to be too prideful like doomfist himself.

"No... t-t-there's no need... I've b-B-believed my presence c-c-Caused enough trouble as it d-ddid.... I'll take my leave... B-b-Brother..." Zenyatta spoke, even his voice box was broken from the harsh impact, his voice sounding glitchy.

Zenyatta slowly walks out of his office all the way out of Null Sector. Some omnics seemed to know what happened and went to check if ramattra was alright, which ramattra brushed them off.

Once he was alone again, he looked out the window. He slowly walked to his right, leading himself to a giant screen, he looks at the screen, revealing the city he created. He saw omnics living the life they wanted, while the humans who also lived but their isn't much like it use to be.

There was hardly a single human around, only two or three but not enough, he sees a human, teenager walking only to gett dragged into the alleyways. He can already tell what will happen next.

He keeps watching the screen, showing many ways of humans dying. Some were innocent others were not.

It's slowly and slowly started to look... similar...

To human violence...

Ramattra looks down at his curved staff, holding the orb of discord...

His optics were on the orb, then slowly looking back at the screen...

He won, but not in the way he hoped for...

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.

Zenyatta travels once again, helping others. Many ask for guidance, and others brush him off.

His travels were difficult, but he managed. When he finally found a spot to rest, he looked up at the sky, the stars were everywhere once again, and the city lights were gone.

Both omnics wonder...

Will they see each other again.... or will violence break them apart forever...

[stargazer-sims]

House In A Tree - Photo Tour & Download

This lot was inspired by @cawthorntales wondering if it'd be possible to build a house in a tree. Although this is technically a house in 4 trees, it is indeed possible to put an entire house up in the air, and here is the result.

This build does have a handful of CC decorations (5 packages in all), but the structure and landscaping is mostly done with base game items, with a few build elements from Cats & Dogs and Cottage Living thrown in. The mailbox is from the Werewolves GP, and I think the pool ladder may be from Get Together, but anything that doesn't show up can be changed for something else.

All the CC deco items are either made by me (2) or are free and publicly available content made by someone else (3). For convenience, I'm including the CC in the download since it is all free stuff anyway.

I have this on a 30x20 lot, but you could put it on a bigger one if you wanted more forest around it.

It has two lot challenges - Spooky and Wild Foxes

Here are some outside views with a couple of the trees removed, just to provide a better look at the house itself:

... and here it is with all the trees in place:

The pond underneath is actually a pool, so it's swimmable. I made a custom water mask for it so it looks more like pond water. Your sims can swim with swans, and there are some fireflies along the edge, to help light up the night.

This lot also has ambient light, so if you download it and decide to edit it, the rectangular things suspended in midair are the environment lights.

Here's the front entryway:

The main part of the house is open concept, with a kitchen, living room and dining room. Since this was meant to be a pared-down build using minimal packs, there's no washer & dryer, but you could add one. Also, these are basic furnishings and I've just "staged" it for the photo tour. I'm going to change a lot of this for my own use, and anyone who downloads it can feel free to do the same.

Here is the bathroom:

This is what I like to call a 1.5 bedroom home. The nursery and bedroom are technically the same room, but there's the half wall to create a bit of a distinction between the two areas.

The pond is fully functional (and decorative):

If you download this lot for your own use, feel free to edit it however you wnat. All I ask is that you don't claim it as yours and that you don't re-upload it or lock it behind a paywall.

Please tag me if you use it! I'd love to see!

DOWNLOAD from SFS (free, no ads)

[technicolorfamiliar]

The Wandering Jew Dir. Maurice Elvey 1933

[Note: This film along with 1934's Jew Süss set Conrad Veidt apart from many of his German film actor peers. While he was not Jewish, many of his close friends and colleagues -- not to mention his wife Lily -- were, and he was committed to portraying these deeply complicated and sympathetic characters with as much care and empathy as humanly possible. You can see it in his performance. These films are what got his work banned in Germany in the '30s and painted a huge target on his back. Later he would double down and donate most of his acting paychecks to the British war effort, and arrange to help friends and family who were in danger of violence in Germany safely get out of the country. Maybe it's not necessary to mention all this, but just in case I want to make it abundantly clear where he stood.]

When I first saw this movie about a year ago, I couldn't get into it. It didn't help that I only watched the shorter version on Youtube. The poor quality of the picture and audio, plus a mostly terrible cast, made it a tough watch. But I wanted to give The Wandering Jew a second chance, if only for the Conrad Veidt of it all, and I'm glad I did. So over the course of the first weekend in November, I watched both versions: the shorter, much-censored version and the digitally restored version with over 20 minutes of additional material.

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After watching the two existing/available copies of the film, I definitely think both are necessary if you want to get the whole picture.

Unfortunately, the shorter version is in semi-rough shape and the audio is pretty garbled, but the edits are smoother which helps individual scenes and lines make more sense. There's more air in this version; the director clearly wanted to give the actors, especially Connie, room to breathe, and it not only helps the pacing but the atmosphere of the film as well. However, the shorter version is missing several important and interesting moments due to some heavy-handed censorship.

The longer version has a cleaner picture and slightly clearer audio, but some of the dialogue gets randomly chopped up and there are abrupt cuts that make the film jumpy and take away from the languid atmospheric feeling that in retrospect I think actually makes the film work. Or at least tries to make it work. And, being the longer version, there are key scenes that made it past the censors: all the scenes related to leprosy; the aggressive anti-semitic stuff at the Renaissance Faire crusaders camp; and a great line Matathias delivers in an added scene in Act IV, "All men are Christians. All men are Jews. The faith is only a mask, it does not make a man what he is." MIC DROP, AIR HORNS. There's also a wild scene where Renaissance Faire crusade era Matathias cackles at Anne Grey's crucifix for well over a minute. But for whatever reason, the longer version is missing random things too, like the forward, which isn't entirely necessary but if you're presenting your film in a kind of storybook style, a written forward makes sense.

And there is an illustrative, storybook quality to the film. The costumes and sets feel like something out of a N.C. Wyeth painting or even vaguely Pre-Raphaelite at times. It's heavily romanticized and I think this threw me the first time I saw the movie. But it makes sense, the story is a parable after all. And yet, while you're going in that direction, why not go bigger, why not compose each shot with even more care? I know they shot this movie in 1933, but all I want is some vision and intentionality in the cinematography and staging, dang it! I do like the two moments when Jesus is speaking and his dialogue is only shown as text. We don't see or hear him, but everyone else in the shot is frozen and the sound drops out. Time seems to stop for a few seconds. But nothing else in the film really manages to match those moments stylistically.

I feel like a broken record saying this, but Connie's performance once again carries the entire film. Pretty much everyone else is just so bad, the women in particular. Seriously, sound was being used in films at this point for over 5 years -- so why is everyone in this movie doing this style of acting that is maybe only acceptable for huge stage productions? Three of the four lead actresses are legitimately the worst. The only exception is Peggy Ashcroft in Act IV who isn't great, but at least she's a better scene partner. That could also have something to do with the first three women being annoyingly pious, and Act IV's Olalla is just a more interesting and better-written character. In Act I, the woman playing Judith barely engages with Connie. Sure, she's dying, but she's dying like she's on stage in some 2000+ seat West End theater. And the wife in Act III is literally giving Connie nothing to work with, nothing! There's so little believable intimacy in these women's performances that it really makes the movie suffer as a whole. Maybe that's harsh, maybe that's what the director wanted, but I think about Connie's other British films from this time and their lead actresses -- Madeleine Carroll, Jill Esmond, etc -- weren't nearly as painfully awful.

Though this is Connie's fifth English language film, it almost seems like he's still getting his sea legs as an actor in the British studio system. Maybe with the exception of I Was A Spy, his previous English films were all roles for a character actor, and so Matathias was the first opportunity he had to really show off his range. I have no idea if they shot in sequence -- unlikely -- but from Act I to Act IV he seems like he's progressively carving out a foundation for his future work in British films. After The Wandering Jew, he was off and running with a great series of meaty and fascinating roles. Josef Süss, The Stranger, even Convict 83 have some roots in the performance he gives in this movie.

Matathias is a role an actor would consider one of their crowning achievements but would probably never want to play again. He's incredibly demanding and challenging, very likely made even more so by Connie's uniquely holistic and intense method of preparing for a role. Even though there are moments when his performance comes across as a little stilted, that could be more due to him trying to match the tone of the film itself, especially early in the narrative when he's a little flat -- he has to start like that so he has somewhere to go with the character. There's zero humor or levity in the script so Connie had to humanize Matathias through his journey across time by incorporating moments of deep compassion and the pain of loss, shame and regret, and ultimately complete surrender.

No other actor would believe the story and its message enough to pull off the heart-wrenching performance Connie gives in this film.

Act I Matathias is a difficult guy in a fabulous robe (the sleeves!). He's clearly selfish, but not really cruel. After all, he and everyone else know that the woman he loves does not belong to him and were she to go home to her husband, she would most definitely not survive whatever violence awaited her there. And Matathias does not allow harm to come to her, at least not in that way. His selfishness means he'll keep her at any cost, meaning he refuses to see how ill she really is. But he's not a bad guy, he's just a regular person in a very difficult situation which makes his impulse to bitterly lash out at Christ understandable. But there is some part of him that does believe because it doesn’t take much for him to get on board with the whole curse thing. With very little convincing, he appears to be resigned to his fate. But that's fine, we have to move the story along, after all.

The cruelty comes out more in Act II. The Unknown Knight just wants to fight, feast, and get his freak on. Connie gets to be pretty aggressively sexual (good god, the way he grabs that woman) and blasphemous in this section ("Blasphamy, blaspha-you, blaspha-everybody in the room!"), especially for the early 1930s, so no wonder it's one of the shorter acts. His haircut might be hideous, but his veiny forearms are, uh, real nice (as are all the long shots of his exposed throat and sternum throughout the film). Confession time: it took me three viewings to get the whole leprosy thing. Judith has it in Act I, so does the guy who wanders into the camp in Act II, and the sick boy in Act IV as well. The son in Act III is bit by a snake, but it could be something to do with snakes = the devil or something, idk. The appearance of sickness/leprosy always signals a lesson Matathias has to learn, or signals the ending or beginning of something important. So his reaction to Renaissance Faire Babe's rejection isn't really about her at all, which is revealed in the longer edit of the film. He hears the leper's bell and mutters, "Unclean…," before letting Ren Faire Babe discover her murdered husband. Matathias may not have killed the man, but he continues to leave behind a trail of death and destruction as some kind of act of defiance against the curse of wandering the earth until such undetermined time as Jesus will appear to him again. By making his life dangerous, he flaunts how he is able to cheat death, but when he hears the leper's bell and is reminded of the events that set him on this path, he realizes he can't go on like this, that there has to be something else, something more. I like how the shot of Connie at the end of this section echoes the end of Act I, suggesting he still has a long journey ahead before he can hope to reach own end.

So when we next see him, he's a merchant and family man living in Palermo named Matteo. Instead of causing mayhem everywhere he goes, he's trying to build something, maybe even a legacy. This is my least favorite part of the movie, but the way Connie shows Matteo's heartbreak, first at the death of his son and later at losing his wife to the Church, is something else. When Gianella tells him she's leaving, he goes through each of the stages of grief in like two minutes and we can see it happen in his face and in his body language. The way his knees buckle and he slowly crumples to the floor, ugh. Also, shout out to the attention to detail in this film. If you look closely at the beginning of Act III, Connie's fingernails look ink-stained like he's been writing and handling documents all day. Not to mention the fact that he wears the same onyx ring throughout, and the same necklace in Acts I and IV. I also thought it was interesting how the music cut out when Mateo is handed his dying child, it immediately reinforces the gravity of the scene. This movie did not come to play.

Act IV, set in Seville, is by far the best part of the whole film. And I'm not just saying that because Care-giver!Connie is doing things to my brain. How sweet and gentle he is with his patients, the way he keeps looking up to check in with Olalla when he's treating her broken ankle, the way he murmurs and coos little things under his breath like "Come on, let's try a little walk…" and "Ohh, what's the matter, my boy" that sound totally improvised. That's the good stuff, right there. And when Olalla says, "There's magic in your hands." I BET. This whole fourth act is just Connie kicking in the door of 1930s British cinema. The scene in front of the Inquisition alone is the most powerful and important part of the movie. Connie manages to fill Matteo with such humanity and empathy by the end of the film that it's practically radiating out of him. In an otherwise one-dimensional film he brings real, complicated, fascinating, tragic and beautiful life to this legendary figure. It's astonishing.

Is it a good movie? Not really. Is it an important movie made at a critical time in history, as a statement against anti-semitism on behalf of the filmmakers and cast? Of course it is. Despite the mild annoyance of needing to watch two different versions of the same film, and needing some patience with the tone and supporting cast's performances -- it definitely helps to be in the right mood going in -- it really is essential viewing in the Conrad Veidt canon, especially if you're interested in his work as an actor. I mean, just watch this movie and bask in the glow of his radiant, spiritual performance. Bask in it!

In the end, I'm glad I gave 1933's The Wandering Jew a second chance.

P.S. Connie looks unbelievably stunning in this movie. His costumes, wigs and facial hair are all basically perfect. The silhouettes and lines of his robes, the details in his jewelry and accessories. He really knew how to wear the clothes so they wouldn't wear him. He must have been a costume designer's dream. Or nightmare (he can be your angle;;… or yuor devil).

[let-us-cultivate-our-garden]

Could you elaborate on your comment on Discord? I would specifically like to know why The Owl House is bad at consistency:

This is Dana [Terrace]'s first time as a showrunner (granted [Gravity Falls] was also Alex Hirsche's [sic] first show as well). But all of the writing mistakes we have talked about point to a team that struggled with basic world-building, character dynamics, consistency, etc.

So this one's going to be a two-fer since the questions are similar.

First off, writing in film and television is always a team effort; writers plan, storyboard, revise, edit, and bounce ideas off each other when creating the script. Second, any first time show runner will have difficulties helming their show by virtue of being inexperienced. That's not indicative of them being a bad writer but a novice one.

I don't believe it's helpful to classify anyone as a "good" or "bad" writer based on one piece of work because even a world-famous and world-renowned author can produce a dud. That's just the nature of the creative process.

So when you ask what went wrong in the writing process you really have to know what that specific writing process was. For TOH, I don't know what that was; looking at the list of episodes and the staff responsible, it looks like they pretty much had the same roster of people throughout the run of the show. So any inconsistencies in the plot, character development, etc. cannot be blamed on a changing staff.

If I were to hazard a guess as to why the show is so structurally flawed, I would guess it's due to a lack of discipline. TOH likes to speed run through character arcs to get to the big dramatic moments and not really put in the work to get there. Just look at how quickly Luz and Amity went from rivals to OTP in half a season or how quickly Lilith was forgiven despite being a major antagonist for pretty much all of season 1. They wanted to get to Lumity and Cool Aunt Lilith right away without putting in the work to get there.

And yes, the cancellation did play a role in the show speed running through season 3 HOWEVER the writers also added in the Collector as a secondary antagonist without dealing with Belos first. The result was a character that took a lot of time away from established characters and plot lines and his own subplot resulted in his character being stripped of anything interesting or unique and just another Sad Boy for the audience to coddle.

Again, this is due to lack of discipline and wanting to cram characters and concepts into the show without stopping to think if it is beneficial to the overall story or not.

In the end, what separates a "good" writer from a "bad" one is that good writers will acknowledge their mistakes and fix them while poor ones keep repeating the same mistakes or make even bigger ones.

I hope this answers your question because without knowing how the writers chose to approach their story and why they made the decisions they did, I can only point out the flaws and what that means for the show as a whole.

[calmasyoghurt]

The joker out pride project.

*goes into 'edit tags' on ao3, clicks the box to ad relationships, starts typing*

Time jump to 2018. Also on ao3.

June 15th promt 20. Coming out as intersex.

Getting Kris and Jan on the band is probably still one of the best things Bojan has ever done. Their styles of playing are different, sure, but they sound so good together. With their help, the past two years have been filled with songwriting, music competitions and performances. Throw in some band practices and a few parties in the the mix, and the result is a group of teenagers living their best lives. 

Sure, the plan from the start had only really been to befriend Kris so that a stupid, non-existing crush would go away. The befriending part had gone really well, Bojan considers Kris as one of his best friends by now. But the disappearance of romantic feelings? Nah, they’d turned in to a not so stupid, very existing crush. How pathetic, the only real crushes Bojan had ever had, had both been on friends slash bandmates. 

Not that either of them were ever going to find out about that. Or, at least Bojan wouldn’t tell them. Martin and Kris are both smart, and maybe Bojan isn’t the best at hiding feelings. But so far, nobody had brought it up, so hopefully that must mean that neither Kris nor Martin had figured anything out.

That is of course until a band practice in mid July. It’s a really good practice, one where everything sounded good. But what happens afterwards is even better. Jan’s car is broken at the moment, so he has to run in order to catch his bus home. Martin has to leave too, he’s working in a supermarket over the summer and has a shift. Matic leaves with an excuse about visiting his grandma, and suddenly Bojan and Kris are left to lock up the rehearsal room all by them selfs. It’s a quick task, just checking that everything is turned off before locking the door, but when it’s done, neither of them leave. They just stand there in silence for a minute until Kris finally says something. 

"So... do you want to hang out or something? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I was just thinking since you weren’t leaving-". Bojan cuts him off before he can continue rambling. 

"I'd love to hang out. How about we try that new ice cream place?" 

It's only a quick walk away, a place near the river selling some delicious looking ice cream. Upon arrival, Kris gets one scoop of strawberry sorbet, and then he insists on paying for Bojan's chocolate scoop. They end up sitting on a bench, talking about a new song they're working on, until Bojan has finished his ice cream. Kris however, has only eaten half of his, and is now drawing patterns in his pink, half-melted mush.

"Not hungry?", Bojan asks, because he can't think of anything else to say. But instead of answering, Kris says something so unexpected that Bojan might faint. 

"Can this be a date? Can this please be the time where we admit our feelings for each other? You like me too, I know you do".

Bojan is too stunned to say any words that together make a scentense. He is however aware he's saying words. Words like 'yes' and 'please'. Kris just watches him stammer with a smile on his lips growing bigger. And then it's as if he's heard enough. Kris looks the empty street up and down as if to make sure no one is watching, before giving Bojan a quick, soft kiss.

It's way too quick for Bojan to be satisfied, but he doesn't have time to kiss Kris again before the street isn't empty anymore. It is a popular pedestrian street after all. 

"Let's do this- let's do that again sometime, please", Bojan says instead.

Not even a day passes before the wait becomes unbearable. Bojan simply must get another kiss from Kris, so he goes to Kris' apartment and hopes that he's home. Luckily, Kris is not only home, but also home alone. He invites Bojan to his bedroom, and together they spend a good amount of time on Kris' bed, making out.

"I think my family will be home soon", Kris says after a while, before placing another kiss on Bojan's lips. 

"Okay. So, full stop now or do you not mind if your parents finds you like this?".

"Do you not mind if Miha 'Gušti' Guštin finds you making out with his son?".

"Way to kill the mood". But that day is not the only day with a mood. The following two weeks are full of days with moods, and as soon as they're alone, Bojan gets to kiss the guy he's had a crush on for the past two years. Scrap that, Bojan gets to kiss the guy he's had a crush on since the first time they met.

Early August is upon them by the time Bojan feels the need to clear things up. His parents are away for the weekend, and Kris is staying over. Bojan's been meaning to bring it up before, but it's to difficult. But he has to say it. If anyone will understand, it's Kris. 

"I need to tell you something", he says while picking at an uneaten edge of the pizza they've bought. "It's about, well, sex".

"Oh. Yeah, sure, we should definitely talk about that" Kris says, and he almost looks relieved. Bojan guesses he's been meaning to bring the same subject up. 

"So, basically, if you don't want to have sex then I'm totally fine with that. But if you do want to, then I want you to know that I am totally okay with whatever you have, uhm, down there". It’s not the only thing he has to say, but Bojan has to pause for a second in order to appreciate Kris' giggles. 

"One more thing. It’s about me. I- I was at the doctors a while ago. They think I have something called Klinefelters syndrome. It gives me some more feminine features in the- around the chest and hip areas. Oh and apparently it makes the... testicles smaller". Bojan hadn't expected it to be so difficult to talk about this, but it is. It's so difficult. He can barely get the words out, and looking at Kris is completely out of the question.

"That's okay with me. I know what it's like to have those kinds of features. And hey, at least you have testicles, and I'm guessing you even have a dick. That's more than what I have. I'm totally okay with whatever you have down there too, okay? We'll figure this out together". Kris' words could make Bojan cry, but he blinks the tears away the best he can. A quick kiss finds it's way on to Bojan's cheek and then Kris goes to get some more pizza. Bojan could live in this moment forever. 

[aas603]

Final Brochure: Reflection

To be honest, it’s not really my style. However, I can appreciate that it’s a more functional solution to the brief. Initially, I set out to create a sophisticated, minimal, greyscale brochure that was reminiscent of Artiva’s beautiful brochures. Instead, I ended up with something that feels more generic and forgettable, but I will reluctantly admit more functional than my previous iterations. edit: Damn I was bitter. I actually really like this now! haha

What Works:

My proudest moments here are definitely the brochure's front cover and poster. What I created is an interesting, classic design solution that will undoubtedly attract the attention of typographers. It’s balanced with a clear hierarchy and wonderful use of negative space that I am proud of. 

I also think that the colour implementation on the event schedule panels is successful, and creates strong visual cues that improve legibility. 

The map also works well and does not need to be more than it is. I feel that I have hit a sweet spot with it. 

The typography works well also. I love working with one typeface and capitalising on all of its variants, especially a well-designed classic like Helvetica Neue. 

What Doesn’t:

Too much magenta. I think that the incorporation of magenta has been a detriment to the outcome of this project. The level of sophistication has been diminished by its overuse, and if I had more time I would drastically reduce the amount of magenta in favour of solid black panels to maintain contrast. 

The photographs are not really working for me either. They need to be bigger, but I found it difficult to incorporate them in a way that felt complimentary to my desired aesthetic. If I had more time I would possibly clear-cut them and impose the faces onto a neutral background. 

What I have learned:

During the first half of this semester, I have learned a variety of new skills that will be essential when transitioning into the field of Graphic Design. These nuggets of learning presented themselves in the form of paragraph style mastery, tables, tiled printing, link management, preflight panel mastery, and more. Perhaps the most important lesson learned working with Paul and George this semester is the insights into how designers think, and how design practises function. During my final critique with George, he was standing behind me asserting instructions while I manically toggled point size and other settings in InDesign, and he regards “I feel like I am back in a studio.” That comment for me was very important as it helped me contextualise the working conditions of a junior designer in a firm, especially when paired with radical honesty in the form of critique. This is what I am in design school for! Not just to hear someone speak for three hours and work independently. 

Overall, I am pleased with the outcome of this brief but will be reworking this brochure to align with my personal style before adding it to my portfolio. Thank you George and Paul for an engaging semester!

[ax3022-ancutadantepelgrom]

Testing Materials Week 2-3

This is a compilation of tests I did on the multiplane.

At first I started with charcoal, then some string animation, and clay and oil. As well as a pyrography test on a slab of wood. I am writing to describe my thoughts and processes of each and to hopefully decide on one medium.

I first started with the pyrography tool which essentially was a soldering rod. It was great fun, very hot, and Smokey so I will definitely include a mask and a heatproof glove if I choose this going forward. Its burn effect is exactly what I'm looking for, so I am eager to make this work for me. I will however need to source my own wood potentially going out and finding it rather than ordering this. I did a quick test of drawing charcoal next to the pyro test to see how they look next to each other. I feel as though I could combine them together, possibly closer to the design stage/production.

On the multiplane I did three different charcoal tests, on different coloured paper. I had quickly drawn a rough plan for the first sapling animation. Since it was at the beginning of using the multiplane we had the lighting set up however the bulb went off one which is why it wasn't set so well. And wasn't until later this was replaced. I wasn't to worried about this since its only to see if I like the materials and If it's doable. We used dragon frame software to capture this, and made sure with a focus check it was picking up the details with the camera. Once this was sorted we added the keys for either two or single frame buttons. I was told that the lens would also have to be changed for the multiplane to a 50mm however I was just glad to even start. Once all setup and wires were in order My next issue was that I would have to animate upside down. I did this for the first two. As you can see they are off centre although I did try to mark out the corners this was still hard for me. Versus the last version which you can see I flipped this after in after effects. Certainly drawing the face is clearer, but it is to high up and not centred. I have to also be sure not to leave things on frame, I momentarily left a rubber on the first one within a shoot. Luckily I have managed to edit this out. I am really drawn to the express nature of charcoals in general and would hope to find a way I can Incorporate this.

When it comes to clay I did not have a lot to use. So I had to try to make the slab tile I rolled out thick enough for when I drew into this as you can see it wasn't to visible versus when I applied clay above. If I had ore clay I might have been able to do a larger slab and more able to do bigger, artwork for it's animations. At this time we managed to get a second light working so I had to rework the exposure and camera settings again. I think if I had spent a little more time working with this I might have got a better looking result. However, I personally got the feeling I would not be using clay since it did not give the same expressive freedom I had in charcoal. It was still a worthy try as I personally do love working in clay. It would just not meant to be.

When It comes to the oil which I barely touched and was only 0.5 of a second, it was an instant no. And I could not think of a way to get it to animate clearly. So what I did to save clean up was tape this clear film above the class. Now reflecting, since I used two planes instead of one the lower one was the back ground anyway. Instead of Making the top layer with too much white, I should have only done the black branch. My thinking was I need the white to add and take away. Upon this reflection I am learning from my mistakes and taking the time to reflect has certainly helped in this case.

Last but not least I just did some quick string-over-fabric animation. Initially, I was going to embryoid this. However, I could not see a way to do this unless I had something to stretch the fabric like a hoop or a frame I could secure and staple fabric to this. Unfortunately, I thought of this a little late as I do not have the funds for this. So instead I played with the string. and tried to see how much control I would have over this and how could I make it look like something. Well, I tried at first to see how tight I could hold the shape. Unfortunately, It could not do this very well. It could, however, look and move very fluidly like so the first one is meant to resemble water a bit, whereas the second one is meant to resemble a fish whose tail is reacting to the forces around this. Overall this is not bad and I may come back with a hoop or something to update and add later as a side project if I have time before Thursday so I can really get a feel.

[nanowrimo]

9 Ways to Tighten Up Your Novel’s Middle

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Scrivener, a 2022 Camp NaNoWriMo sponsor, is an award-winning writing app that has been enthusiastically adopted by best-selling novelists and novices alike. Today, Scrivener director Julia Pierce is here to share some tips on writing your story’s middle:

We’re midway through Camp and around now, some of you may be starting to experience the curse of the saggy middle. This isn’t just a euphemism for what happens when the need to meet your daily word count target becomes all-consuming and takes precedence over your daily exercise routine. Nope, it’s that bit where the doubts about your story’s structure start to creep in… Is that storyline really as gripping as you first thought? Would the hero really make that choice…?

Unfortunately, writing the midsection of a novel is tricky—it’s where the hard work happens, the plot is driven on, characters grow and plans are tried (and fail). With this part taking up around 50% of the word count, a good rate of momentum is vital to carry the reader with you from your perfect beginning to the novel’s climax. So, how can you pep up your prose? Here are some tried and tested methods:

1. Get your outline in order.

Even if you’re a pantster, a rough outline can really help you keep on the right path. Create plot points on index cards (or virtual index cards) to view your ideas and where you plan to go with them. Does each point flow logically with the final goal in mind?

2. Check your antagonist.

Do they draw the reader to them? Is their motivation strong, and do they have enough power to make their anti-goal achievable? A good antagonist is sympathetic—but remember, not more so than the protagonist. 

3. Make it complicated....

Is your protagonist meandering from A to B? Why not make their life difficult? Throw in obstacles—then make them bigger and more complicated. With every heroic step forwards, does the villain also come closer to a win? Crank up the emotion. Make that hero earn their prize.

4. ...But not too complicated.

Nobody loves a story where the protagonist can’t catch a break. Add some wins for them, however small. Keep a spark of optimism alive to make their continued motivation to succeed believable.

5. Fuel inner conflict.

No matter how determined your hero is, a good dose of inner conflict is the ideal tool for throwing them off the right path, raising the stakes and leaving the reader rooting for them to overcome their turmoil. Pull them in opposite directions between their inner and outer goals - a struggle is compelling reading.

6. Raise the stakes.

What does the protagonist have to lose—or gain? Reinforce and heighten this as the story goes on, and remind your reader of the consequences of various outcomes.

7. Weave in a subplot.

Show the reader (and hero) the dangers of failure through a secondary character’s eyes. 

8. Throw in a midpoint reversal.

An unexpected turn of events throws the plot sideways: shock your readers or tease them with a will it / won’t it event or a secret.  Change up what the reader thinks they know to make the end unpredictable.

9. If all else fails...

If you still can’t find the right way to firm things up, reset your brain by going for a walk, taking a nap, or playing a word game to revive your energy levels or maybe find the inspiration you need. Often, just disengaging your conscious mind and encouraging your subconscious to mull over your plot can be enough to tip you over into a flow state once again. Best of luck!

Julia Pierce is a former journalist who now writes for fun. She’s also a director at Literature & Latte, creators of the writing app Scrivener—the perfect tool for planning out, adding structure to or editing your book. Get some writing inspiration on the Write Now With Scrivener podcast here (https://podcast.scrivenerapp.com)

All Camp NaNoWriMo participants receive a 20% discount on Scrivener’s regular license by entering HAPPYCAMPER22 into the coupon code text field in the web store through August 7th, 2022. If you want to try out Scrivener first, you can download a free trial that will run through August 7th, 2022.

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[sunflowerharrington]

I’m finally sending you my request!

I would probably want a fluffy to smutty Eddie x plus size reader fic. Based on “Do I wanna know?” By Arctic Monkeys.

Like her and Eddie are bffs and she has had a crush on him for what feels like forever, they tease each other and stuff but he never picks up the hints. The whole gang goes to the lake for a day and the reader is super nervous to show up in her swimsuit because she’s bigger and doesn’t want Eddie to think she’s gross. When he sees her he realizes the feelings he’s had for a very long time. They eventually go back to his place to change and they both end up confessing to each other. That’s just my idea but you can change it however you want to fit the song better if you like. 💕

Do I Wanna Know If This Feeling Flows Both Ways? - EM X PlusSize!GN!Reader

pairing: eddie munson x plus-size!gn!reader.

warnings: male masturbation, perv!eddie, friends to lovers, p in v sex, eddie’s wild thoughts, eddie’s pov, obsessions, borderline yandere!eddie, jealousy, anger, low self esteem, body issues, lack of self love, fluff and smut, mention of heather holloway and billy hargrove’s deaths, reader is wearing a bathing suit but this can be read as swim shorts too if you like, slight breeding kink (i think that’s it).

notes: i tried my best, babes, i really did. i don’t feel as though this is the best representation because i myself am not plus sized, so if this is bad i’m sorry, i just wanted to write this for you. poc friendly also :) enjoy! if you want you can listen to ‘do i wanna know’ by arctic monkeys!

side note: not proofread or edited, sorry if there’s spelling or grammar mistakes :( also, i couldn’t help myself from switching the pov and the crush to eddie, i hope you still like it baby!

word count: 1541

taglist: @jonathansonlysweetheart @steveslittlesunflower @thisishellfire @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @hellfirehaley @fxllfaiiry @fleurfairie @liviawritesthings @myobmaya @thefreakofhawkins86 @lxvecakes @creneal @corrodedhawkins @wzrlds @sympathyforher @quickiesgirl @eddiebillysteve @taecube @eddies-bat (i hope i got everyone!) dm comment or ask me to be added or taken off for future updates! 🖤

There’s this story that brings you on the journey of young love. It’s like stepping out from a dark place and into the sun on a hot summer’s day, where the light is so bright and hot that your eyes ache and you’re blinded, where you panic, afraid you’ll never see the sun again. That’s what it was like when Eddie Munson fell in love. And he would always see the sun, as you were his sun, and he’d never let you go as long as you both lived.

He wanted you forever, he wanted to be yours forever. Whether that was as a friend, a best friend, or something more, he didn’t really mind. He just wanted you to stay in his life. Which was why on the day before you left for your vacation to California that you were going on with Chrissy, Robin, Nancy, Max, Erica and El, Eddie decided to ask the gang to meet him down by Lover’s Lake for a cool off from the hot sun. And everyone showed up, with Dustin complaining the entire time about the heat, with Steve telling him to stop whining.

Eddie loved their brotherly relationship, and he also loved the way Steve took in Max as one of his own without any questions, filling the big brother spot she never had. Eddie aspired to have that kind of relationship with someone, which is why he jumped at his first chance, taking Will under his wing, showing him the ins and outs of D&D and highschool romances—even though Eddie was never in a relationship before. But he swore by the fact that single people give better relationship advice than those in relationships… And he also helped Will figure out his feelings for Mike, so it was heartwarming to see that after Will confessed, Mike didn’t run away, he didn’t pull away. In fact, they got even closer.

Eddie wanted to be that close with you. And this “pool party” was the perfect way to do so. He even thought about fake-drowning so you’d save him, knowing you worked as a lifeguard at the swimming pool after Heather Holloway and Billy Hargrove went missing… Or so he thought. But Dustin and the others hadn’t told him the ins and outs of the Starcourt Tragedy just yet. They didn’t need to ruin his summer even more than you already had. You’d ruined him. You’d ruined Edward Wayne Munson, and you didn’t even know it. Standing on the wooden pathway around the edge of the lake next to Chrissy, ready to jump in, in your red lifeguard bathing suit—his favorite color, the reason why he hung out at the pool, just to see you in it, with your black bathing suit cover-up and your black and white flip flops—that he loved a lot.

But not as much as he loved you. Oh, he loved you so much. He’d do anything for you, including things from moving mountains to human sacrifice. You were his goddess, sent down from heaven to guide him through his highschool years, helping him to finally graduate in the summer of ‘86, and now helping him to finish his mechanics apprenticeship so he could get a job at the local garage. He hoped your car would break down a lot so he could fix it for you and impress you with his skilled fingers—while fixing your car, obviously, get your mind out of the gutter—instead of his swimming skills, or lack thereof.

He lay on his stomach next to Lucas, who’d been writing something down in a notebook, humming a Kate Bush song to himself. It sounded like Babooshka, and he had Max’s headphones on, so it must have been. Lucas was drawing a love heart with his and Max’s initials inside, and there was a poem beneath. As Eddie read the poem, his thoughts drifted back to you, the sound of your giggles filling his ears as Nancy splashed water at you and Steve playfully pulled you under the water with his arms… around… your… waist…

Fuck. No, this could not be happening. Eddie needed to be the one doing that. He needed to be the one with his hands around your waist, with his legs tangled with yours, with his hands around your— Woah, slow down there buddy.

Eddie rolled his eyes, he’d have to somehow slip away to sort out his growing erection somehow. Do you see what you do to him? He excused himself to the bathroom, stalking away from the group, into Reefer Rick’s cabin and into one of the rooms furthest away from where the group were situated. He sighed contentedly, working his balled fist over the shaft of his throbbing cock, the sensations of his hand squeezing over the sensitive nerves in his tip sending shivers of pleasure up his spine.

From where he was standing he had a clear view of you outside the window, the bathing suit hugging your full hips and your thick thighs he’d love to have his face between. He’d do anything for it. A small whimper left his throat as he fucked his fist faster, cursing your name under his breath, spreading his precum over the length of his dick.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, his hips bucking against his hand, whining and moaning as he kept his wide eyes full of undeniable lust on you. “Love fucking this pretty pussy, baby. My pretty pussy—fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight, oh my God! Wanna have sex with you for real, sweetheart. Gonna cum in you again and again until you’re so full and round you look pregnant, baby—shit, fucking shit, oh shit— gonna- gonna make you mine.”

Eddie’s labored breathing turned into lewd gasps as his wrist flicking sped up, fucking himself through his high, his eyes squeezing shut, though the image of you bent over to pick up a bottle of sunscreen was still plastered in his mind. He wanted that image tatted on the inside of his eyelids.

His mouth dropped open and his thighs tensed, his chest rising and falling rapidly at the same time as his heavy breathing. One, two, three strokes until he let out a loud cry of your name, alerting you unbeknownst to him. He didn’t hear the door flinging open behind him as he came, thick ropes of cum dripping down his hand.

“Fuck, princess,” he chuckled. “Look at what your pretty ass made me do.”

He barely felt the arms wrapping around his waist until somebody rested their head against his back, against the area between his shoulder blades. His breath hitched in his chest when he recognized the color of nail polish you were wearing outside. You knew he only called you his princess, his sweetheart, his.

“Hi, Eds,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his skin, running your fingertips up and down his stomach, not realizing what had just happened, or just choosing to ignore it. “Had to come in for some shade, it’s too hot outside.”

“That’s because you were outside sweetheart. You’re gonna cause global warming,” he said, turning around after he’d shoved his softened dick back into his swim shorts, knowing that you hadn’t seen it because if you had, he knew his sweetheart would be freaking out. And he didn’t want that.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you close, discreetly sniffing your hair as he kissed the top of your forehead by your hairline. One thing Eddie didn’t know was how long it took Chrissy and Robin to convince you to go to the lake, practically dragging you out of your house and into Steve’s car. They promised nobody would think anything different of you, but that was so easy for them to say. Itty bitty bodies and tiny waists, but that’s not what Eddie liked. No, no. He loved your body the most.

He wanted to worship you as if you were a Goddess. Which you were, especially to him. He wanted to squeeze and kiss every inch of your body, and he wanted to suck hickeys into those deliciously curvy hips of yours and your neck. Oh, he wanted to cover your neck in hickeys, a few in the shape of an ‘E’ on the right side of your neck, and an ‘M’ on the left side of your neck. He wanted to mark you as his. And he wanted to do it now.

So that’s how he found himself on top of you as you whined beneath him, his shirt covering your body as he made sweet love to you, whispering words of affection to you as he chased both of your highs. He confessed he loved you as he came, seeing stars and angels dancing and fluttering around in his mind as thick ropes of cum landed on your breasts and stomach, seeping into his Black Sabbath shirt, joking that he’d never wash his sheets again after your cum began seeping into the sheets and the mattress.

You thought he was kidding, but he wasn’t, as you saw when you landed on the mattress after jumping back into the overworld after defeating Vecna in the Upside Down with your Eddie by your side.

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[randominagines]

hi, can you do a fluffy alphabet from peter pan de ouat, please

Thanks for the request!

Pairing: Peter Pan X neutral reader

Warning: fluff, eventually smut

GIFs belong to their creators.

LOVE ALPHABET: PETER PAN EDITION

A as AFTER CARE:

After care was never really that important for Peter, untill he made love to you. You mean everything to him and he wants to make you feel that way. He cuddles with you until you fall asleep, loving when you are happy and peaceful. He knows how much you adore being caressed so he makes sure to caress every inch of your naked body;

B as BEAUTIFUL:

That's what you are for Peter: something indescribably beautiful. Since the moment his eyes laid on you, he couldn't help but think "God, how beautiful y/n is."and this never changed;

C as COMMITTMENT:

Peter isn't really inclined to commitment, but with you it just happened naturally. He never felt any kind of bond to anyone at all, but you're just something else;

D as DOM:

Peter is a Dom and you've always known. For as much as he lives when you take control and he finds you incredibly sexy, he never lets you on that position for that long;

E as ENCHANTMENT:

Peter knows you love his magic so he always makes sure to show some trick to you. He adores when your eyes light up in excitement because of his enchantments;

F as FIGHTS:

Peter hates fighting but if it's inevitable, he tends to be quite sassy. He would never hurt you, so in the end he tends to ask what's wrong or what bothered you. Sometimes he apologizes, some other times he don't, but he never repeats the same mistakes again;

G as GAMES:

Peter is the best gamer ever and everyone knows that, but there is something in you that always distracts him. Sometimes, he thinks you're the most valid opponent he ever had, because you're as good as he is and you never fail as well. You two are very competitive ad all the Lost Boys have fun when you end up challenging each other;

H as HOUSE:

Peter insisted that you moved into his tree house. He hated the idea of not waking up next to you, so it became your house as well;

I as INTENSE:

Peter puts intensity in pretty much everything he does, that's why your relationship with him is so incredibly beautiful. He is passionate, tumultuous, deep. That's what you love about him, he shows his feelings in such an intense way. Just the way he looks at you drives you crazy.

J as JEALOUSY:

Peter is quite jealous. Not because he is insicure, but just because he hates the idea of someone else touching you. He always keep an eye on the Lost Boys, even if he knows they would never. The pirates are absolutely unbearable to him: when someone flirts with you, he immediately sets the record straight and explains that he is practically ready to turn whoever thinks to have a chance with you into a plant;

K as KISS:

Kissing Peter is absolutely heavenly: he is such a good kisser and he always understand if you're in the mood for sloppy and passionate kisses or sweet and soft ones;

L as LUST:

Peter is pretty physical and quite lustful. He likes you a lot, so he wants you all the time. He loves provoking you and playing games with you. He loves you deeply and that makes his desire even bigger. However, he always asks if you are in the mood for sex and absolutely knows how to take a no for an answer. Whenever you don't want to have sex he will make sure to cuddle with you and make you understand that it's absolutely okay;

M as MONSTER:

Peter sometimes felt like a monster and this is a fragility that he only shows to you. He feels like he can fully be himself with you so whenever he's feeling overwhelmed by this negative thoughts he searches for you, the only person who fully understands him;

N as NEVERLAND:

Neverland means anything to Peter but he feels like it would be empty without you. The awareness of the fact that he care about you more than his own island it's what made him understand how much he loves you in the first place;

O as OBVIOUS:

In fact, his love toward you was kinda obvious to anyone, except himself of course. It took him a while to embrace and accept this feeling but eventually he managed to;

P as PET NAME:

Peter hasn't many pet names for you, just two: "Darling" when he's being fluffy (maybe during cuddling sessions and when he just woke up) and "Pet" when he's joking, being sassy of having sex with you. You mostly call him "Pete" or "Babe";

Q as QUESTION:

Peter was so lost when he had to confess you his feelings that he ended up asking you about yours. "Can I ask you a question?" He asked, his hands nervously playing with his pipe. "Do you have feelings for me?" He asked and you practically gasped. You couldn't believe that it was so obvious. He noticed that you didn't know what to say and immediately tried to make you feel comfortable. "No, it's just... I do, I do have feelings for you, Pet and I don't really know how to handle them" he explained and you understood how lost he was;

R as ROMANTIC:

Peter isn't that romantic, like, not very scenographic or pompous, but he will show you how much he loves with small gestures: always keeping an eye on you during fights, always asking for your opinion on almost everything (proving how much he trusts you and cares about your opinion), always assigning you tasks you love and reminding to the new recruits to respect you;

S as SMIRK:

It's what drives you crazy, Peter' smirk. You fell for that smirk, you weren't able to think about anything else. And he knows, oh lord, he knows how to use it to make you beg him to go back into your house and make love to you;

T as THOUGHTFUL:

Peter cares a lot about you and always has a thought for you. He is protective and attentive and he never misses a hint. He always knows what you want, he reads your body and eyes language, and he makes sure that you have it;

U as UNDERESTIMATION:

Peter initially underestimated the feeling he had for you: he refused to believe that he was falling in love, mostly because he was scared, and he ended up being forced to give up to his love for you;

V as VILLAIN:

For as much as he perceives himself as a villain, you can't look at him and think such a thing. He sometimes worries about his happy ending. "What if I'm not worthy of love? What if I'm not worthy of you? I'm a villain." He says and you shake your head while cupping his face with your hands. "Pete, you're the love of my life, and you're more than worthy of this." You reassure him before kissing him;

W as WONDER:

Peter thinks you're pure wonder: he always felt alone, far from everyone, not destined to care about someone, then you happened: it's mostly wonderful for him and he can't quite explain it, but he simply accepts it;

Y as YOU:

You are his whole world. You mean everything to him and you're the most precious thing he has. He is well aware of what he feels for you and he knows that he can't live without you anymore;

Z as ZERO:

Peter had zero expectations from love, zero expectations from future and zero expectations from himself, but you manage to twist everything upside down and give him a reason to feel happy again.

[marshallpupfan]

It's time to talk about another big Photoshop editing tale!

Anyone remember this image? I believe it was posted by the official PAW Patrol Twitter account back in March of 2021. It's pretty cute! Of course, being a Marshall fan, it's no surprise I found the Dalmatian's pose especially adorable! And considering my penchant for creating transparent PNGs out of stuff like this, naturally I wanted to add it to my collection!

Unfortunately, I can only really do that if the image is big, and as you can see, he's really small here. His portion of the image is about 200x200, and for comparison, the screenshots I use for my daily Marshall pics are all 1920x1080.

Furthermore, when something like this is so small, a lot of the detail is lost, not to mention tiny PNG's simply aren't very useful. As such, I kept hoping and waiting for a bigger version to appear one day.

Cut to over a year later, and no such luck... well, kinda.

The thing is, this particular image of Chase, Marshall, Rubble and Skye has been used elsewhere, such as on products, magazines, etc., but the image is usually smaller than the one I found on Twitter, so it's just not much help. Thankfully, I finally found something that was... a little bigger, at least.

This image is 2300x2300. Marshall, himself is around 400x400, so while that's still small, it's at least nearly twice the size of the one on Twitter. I decided to try and make a transparent PNG out of it, thinking it might work if I use a tool I found online.

You see, not too long ago, I discovered something called "AI Upscaling". Basically, it can take a small image, rework it, and make a bigger version that actually looks pretty good! Well, sometimes. It's pretty dodgy, but I have tried it on a few of my smaller PNGs, and the results were pretty good!

AI upscaling, however, only really works well when the image quality is great. That 2300x2300 picture I found... wasn't. As such, when it got upscaled, parts were iffy and simply didn't turn out great.

To make matters worse, the light-colored background ended up blurring together with Marshall's white fur, thus I had to pretty much guess where one began and the other ended. But I continued on, hoping it'd work out. In the end, the results weren't good, but I figured it was the best I was going to get.

Thankfully, while searching around the net a few days ago, I found another image that helped me out quite a bit!

I have no idea what most of this says, but my new pal, Sagrotan, just-so-happened to upload an ad of their product that has Marshall in the pose I've been looking for! He's roughly 450x850, and though it's not complete, I can still use it!

Going back into Photoshop, I AI upscaled, rotated and resized Sagrotan's image to match what I had, removed the background, and tried aligning it up with my previous image as close as possible so I could use it to fill in the missing parts (such as the right front leg and paw, portions of his back, tail, etc.). It wasn't easy, especially since the colors didn't exactly match, not to mention some details (like the shadows on his helmet) got lost during the AI upscaling. But after some time and effort in Photoshop...

This is the result! It's 760x680, and though it's not perfect, I'm actually quite happy with it! It took over a year, but I finally got a transparent PNG of Marshall in this adorable pose! 😃

Now... I just hope I don't have to do something like this again for a while. For the time being, I'm sticking with bigger, complete images to make transparent PNGs out of. lol

[skinnyducky]

2. glitz and glamour

a/n finally pt. 2 is here ! sorry it took so long, i had essays and then i kept restarting it bc i didn’t like what i had wrote before. i kid you not, there’s like a hundred versions of this chapter. anyways, here it is, hope you enjoy. i did use maddy’s new years look for y/n’s party look but feel free to imagine yourself wearing whatever tf you want, babes. enjoy !

p.s. the first half of this is inspired by white chicks :)

vinnie hacker x fem!reader

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Word Count: 1.9k, slightly edited

WARNING: language, mentions of alcohol, partying, and i think that’s all.

Y/n had hopes, hopes that the day wouldn’t be worse than it already was going to be. However, wishful thinking. The second Y/n left the bathroom, placing a single toe into the hallway, she was swarmed by people. They crowded around her, trapping her as they fired questions at her like rabid paparazzi. There was no doubt that Tana had spilled the beans with regard to the party. For the entire day, this went on. Random people come up to her, trying to get into her good graces. Y/n was absolutely mortified. If this is what popularity felt like, she wanted nothing to do with it.

Thankfully, the day had ended, and Y/n could enjoy a little bit of peace before tonight. Well, at least that’s what she thought. At the last minute, Liza decided to head to the mall to do a little shopping before the party. Not only for her, but for Y/n as well. And while Liza had the time of her life trying on different clothes, Y/n wasn’t sharing the same experience...

Liza hummed, spinning in the mirror of her and Y/n’s shared dressing room. "This is cute, I think." She said, examining the red bodycon dress that hugged her figure. "What do you think, Y/n?" She turned around to find her best friend fighting for her life in the corner, trying her best to tug on a pair of ill-fitting latex pants.

"Hey, do you need help?" Liza snickered.

Y/n shook her head. "No, no, I got it." She continued to try to get them over her hips. "Liza, I think I need a bigger size.”

"Pssh, you never need a bigger size. Everyone knows that." Liza proceeded to step behind Y/n, hooking her fingers through the belt loops. "On my count, you’re gonna suck in and I’m gonna pull."

"Okay, okay."

"One…two…three!"

Doing as her friend instructed, Y/n sucked in while Liza attempted to pull the pants up. Though, there was little success in getting them up. "You can do this, Y/n. SUCK. IT. IN." Liza was determined to get these pants on Y/n. After a few more tugs, and Y/n sucking in till she couldn’t breathe, the pants finally went up over Y/n’s hips.

"How does that feel?"

Y/n tried her best to smile through the pain. "I…can’t…feel my…legs." She answered, barely even moving. "Hehe, I can taste the latex."

In the end, it only took Liza three tries to find the perfect outfit. For Y/n, it took approximately fifteen tries. She was picky when it came to her style, or so she said. What that really meant was that she never strayed away from her usual oversized sweatshirts and boyfriend jeans. She may have added a crop top for a little edge, or even a crazy colorful sock for a pop of color, but that was as far as she was willing to go. Nevertheless, she felt it necessary to step outside the box considering she was throwing a party. Also, Liza promised to pay for all her In-N-Out meals for the next three months, and she couldn’t turn down free meals.

So, after their little mall trip, the girls returned to Y/n’s house to get glitzed and glammed up at around five in the afternoon. Liza, as excited as she was, finished getting ready within a record time of fifteen minutes, while Y/n was still in the process of doing her makeup.

"Oh my god," Liza gasped, staring at her reflection in Y/n’s mirror. "I’m so hot." Y/n peered at the girl through her vanity mirror and about gagged. Liza wasn’t usually one to get all dressed up, enjoying her tomboy aesthetic. But when it came time to get down to business, she showed up. She was dressed to kill, clad in a leather two-piece with heels so high, not even Gaga could walk in them. It was a beautiful sight to see.

"You do look hot." Y/n agreed. "Eamon’s going to love it."

"Let’s not even go there."

Y/n smirked and returned her attention to her eyeliner. "Oh please, don’t act like you’re not into him." She scoffed. "It’s so obvious that there’s something going on between you two. Always has been since middle school."

Liza shrugged as she plopped down on the edge of Y/n’s bed. "I don’t know, okay? It’s weird between me and him. Yeah, we do flirt from time to time, but that’s all it seems to be. Whatever spark we had in middle school stayed in middle school."

"Mhm, sure it did."

"Besides, I could say the same about you and Vinnie. What’s going on there, huh?"

Y/n gulped as she turned to face her best friend. "What are you talking about?" She asked, confused as to how she knew about her crush on Vinnie. Even though the two were as thick as thieves, Y/n had never shared her interest in Vinnie with her. Hell, she barely even brought him up in their conversations. "I do not like Vinnie."

"Lies. The second I suggested the party, you got mad at me, like I killed your gerbil or something. But when Vinnie says something about it, you don’t even hesitate to consider it." Liza explained, shooting a smug grin Y/n’s way. "It’s really a dead giveaway, hon."

As right as she was, Y/n couldn’t let her know that. There were very few good things to come out of Liza being right. She was a blabbermouth, and if she found out Y/n really did like Vinnie, there’s no way it wouldn’t get back to him. She had to throw her off course, make her believe she was wrong. "That’s a negative." Y/n stated, spreading lip gloss across her lips. "And anyway, I like someone else. So, it would never happen."

At that, Liza perked up. "Oh really? And who might that be?"

Y/n froze, feeling her blood run cold. She knew better than to think Liza wouldn’t ask for further details. She needed a name, someone’s name, any name. The second one popped into her head, and she blurted it out. "No…ah?" She said, though it sounded more like a question.

"Excuse me?" Liza chuckled, not believing her friend’s words. "Bitch, you better be joking." Yes, yes she was. "You like Noah? The same Noah who is dating Dixie? Are you okay, Y/n? You got a fever?"

"It’s just a crush, Liza." Y/n replied, putting on setting spray.

"No, it’s not just a crush, it’s a death wish. Everyone knows Dixie does not play when it comes to her boyfriend. Do you remember what happened to Genie Johnson when word got around that she had a crush on Noah?"

"Who’s Genie Johnson?"

"Exactly," said Liza. "Dixie’s not the one to play with. You’re treading on dangerous territory here."

Just as Y/n was about to respond, the doorbell rang. "Those might be the kegs. I’m gonna go get that." She sighed, standing up off of the bed. She left the room, leaving Y/n to finish getting primped and pretty.

It only took her a few minutes to finish, considering her hair and makeup were already done. As she threw on her heels, she moved in front of her mirror and couldn’t help but smile at her reflection. It was weird for her to see herself so…free. Every negative thought, every negative feeling she had about her appearance had vanished as she ran her hands up and down her body. "Not too bad, Y/n. Not too bad." She smiled, rubbing her backside.

She posed and snapped pictures for a good minute until she decided it was time to help Liza set up. As she walked towards the stairs, she heard not only Liza’s voice, but three others. Two of the three she recognized were none other than Eamon and Vinnie. It sounded like they were in some sort of heated debate about cars, with Liza in the background, telling them both to shut up and help her set up.

The second Y/n placed her foot onto the first step, it went silent, and all eyes were on her. Jaws were on the floor as she made her descent down the stairs. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. The very girl who was against anything and everything fun, who hid within the cocoon that was a hoodie, had now broken out of her shell and was the most beautiful butterfly.

"Y/n?" Liza walked over to the girl as she reached the bottom. "Is that you?"

"Who else would it be?" Eamon snarled.

Liza stared daggers at him before turning back to me. "You look so good! Noah’s not—" Just as she was about to finish her sentence, there was a loud bang in the living room. She groaned, stomping off, screaming Jett’s name. "I told you not to set up the speakers near the fish tank!" She shouted.

"I’m gonna go get the rest of the drinks." Eamon left through the front door, leaving just Vinnie and Y/n alone in the foyer.

There was an awkward silence between the two. Y/n fiddled with her fresh manicure as Vinnie stood twiddling his thumbs. Eventually, Y/n grew tired of the silence and cleared her throat. "So, you excited about the party?"

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes off Y/n. "Y-Yeah, for sure, it’s gonna be sick."

Y/n laughed and took a moment to look over his appearance. He donned a pair of jeans, sneakers, and the white button-down Y/n had gifted him for his birthday. It was just buttoned up enough to show off his perfectly sculpted—

"Y/n!"

She snapped out of her trance and looked up at the boy with wide eyes. "Huh? What are we talking about?"

"I said, you look really pretty." He skewed his mouth to the right, trying to hide the smile that was creeping up on his face.

At this point, Y/n was more than flustered. "Hehe, thank you. You look really pretty too." She complimented. Just when they were about to continue their conversation, Liza decided to interrupt them, assigning them tasks, and forcing them to set up for the party.

It took two whole hours to set up. Within that time, they popped thirty-two balloons, got tangled up in streamers, and Liza had cussed out the keg deliverer for insinuating that she was just a teenager—which she was. She ended up paying him a hefty tip to keep his mouth shut and look the other way. By the time they were finished, it was around seven or so.

The gang all sat in the living room, relaxing for a minute. That relaxation ended shortly when, once again, the doorbell rang. Y/n got up from her spot on the couch in between Vinnie and Jett and went to get it. Once she opened the door, she was met with confetti and cheers that echoed throughout her neighborhood. She stared in awe, looking at the large crowd of teenagers standing at her doorstep. At the front of the horde were both Bryce and Tana, sharing the same look of impatience.

"Well, aren’t you gonna let us in?" Tana sneered, chewing hard on the mint gum in her mouth.

"Uhm...I-I...uhm—"

"Sorry, you guys. She’s malfunctioning." Liza laughed, pushing Y/n aside. "Come in, come in!"

"Whew! Let’s fuck shit up!" Bryce shouted, running into Y/n’s house with the herd of teens following right behind him.  The second they were in the living room, the music had started and the lights had dimmed. The party had officially begun.

Liza turned to Y/n, placing her hand on the girl’s shoulder. "Hey, you alright?"

"Yeah, totally fine. I didn’t expect to see that many people though."

"That’s not even half of what’s expected."

"What?"

Without another word, Liza wandered off into the living room, leaving Y/n to process what was actually happening. "Oh boy," she sighed. "Tonight’s going to be one hell of a night. I’m going to need a Zoloft."

[eyes-eye-eyes]

Wilbur somehow ended up helping Philza, the owner of the house make food for his children.

The two of them got along so well, that Wilbur almost forget that he had once hidden from them.

However, he would be reminded why, on one night.

Wilbur began tiredly stirring at the giant frypan full of sauce with a giant wooden spoon, Philza had given him.

He could hear Philza laughing at him asking if he need help, Wilbur's response was

"No, no, I got this Phil."

Unfortunately, he did not have it, as the giant spoon slipped from his grip, causing the slightly warm liquid to splash at him.

He hissed in surprise.

"Fuck."

He tried to wipe it off his skin quickly but only created an even bigger mess.

He stopped as he felt eyes staring at him he looked up to see Philza staring down at him.

The starring made Wilbur nervous and he quickly blurted out.

"Ah, sorry Phil."

It was quiet for a brief second before Philza laughed stating

"It's alright accidents happen mate."

Wilbur let out a breath of relief in response, which was quickly short-lived as he felt something quickly wrap around his small frame.

He stared down at his waist and quickly looked back up at Philza.

"Phil?" He asked confused.

Philza didn't even speak a word, and Wilbur felt himself roughly moving up, a hot gust of air hit his body, and Wilbur starred terrified as the mouth widely opened saliva dripping from teeth.

He didn't move as he stared deep into the cavern-like mouth, and he was able to see the dark tunnel that would drag his small body into an inescapable place.

Wilbur snapped out of his terrified trances, he started panickily thrashing around, trying to push himself up and out of the grip

"Shit!"

He shouldn't have trusted them, he should have left when he was spotted.

His thoughts of self-pity and anger were suddenly stopped as something wet hit his body, he had felt a large slimy thing begin to his entire body coating him in stickiness, as the tongue licked him, he felt the strong muscle push his body up and down.

He closed his eyes tightly he wanted to cry, Philza was licking him up to make sure he would go down easier, he was gonna die, he was going to be eaten by someone he shouldn't trust and-

Suddenly the licking stopped and his legs now touched a solid surface and weren't dangling in a grip.

"Done," Philza said cheerfully.

"What?" He muttered with fear mixed with disbelief.

Philza licked his lips and held his chin in thought.

"You know mate you made the sauce taste so much better."

"It's so sweet." He added.

Wilbur didn't respond to shock at what just happened and what was just said.

Philza didn't seem to notice this reaction continuing to speak.

"I think you just helped me figure out what's wrong with the sauce."

Wilbur didn't know what to do, he just stood there frozen well Philza happily continued to cook away.

Philza wouldn't have a clue that his little one of comment would stick with the borrower for weeks.

(Sorry if it's crappy I rushed it, and I'm a bit rusty at writing, sorry for any spelling mistakes, you can edit it as you please, also I'll probably notice more mistakes later.)

Edit: THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!! LITERALLY EXACTLY WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT!!!